[The Penthouse is nicely furnished, it resembles a loft apartment, with it's open, spacious look. Again it is lacking personal touches ]

"This is your key, entry by shimmering or blinking only. If this little orby keyring device glows then you know there's an intruder. Have... super day."

::He gives her arm a squeezes and shimmers away to his Office::

:: Azura appears with Andrea, then blinks to the other side of the room knowing that she is likely to be smacked and then some if she stays near her.::

"I am only doing what has to be done, Andrea. This was the only way to keep you from being killed by Him."

"Bullshit! You st-"

::Andrea chokes, barely able to breath from crying now. Awwwww.::

"-tole my powers for no reason."

:: The sighs of Andrea is almost enough to break Azura's heart. Almost.::

"This is for your own protection."

:: She glances around.::

"I will bring you food, the taps and everything in here should work. You need to stay here, if He finds out... please stay here."

(I am sorry for doing this, but I care too much about you.)

:: She blinks to the front door of the mansion.::

::Andrea looks shocked.::

"Ah-"

::She stops short, staring around, bewildered.::

"You're leaving me?"

::Now she starts to freak out even more. There are no doors or windows in this whole building. She's trapped. So she starts to hyperventilate, the world spinning and feeling like a crazy dream. She can't believe this is happening. The betrayal. She flips over the table and chairs in the kitchen area in a frustrated rage then just goes back to crying, feeling completely lost and helpless.::

::Having tired herself out with crying and generally being miserable, Andrea washes her face in the bathroom and looks the place over. It's actually nice, excusing the mess she's made. Apart from the no windows and doors. Now what, though? What if a random demon appears? There's nothing she can do, nobody to call, even Azura won't hear her. She can't send her goddamn thoughts from the Underworld.::

(It was all planned out. All of it. How can Aidan even help me? If nothing can detect me, Azura is the only one that'll ever know where I am.)

::She explores some more. All of the food in the cupboards is horrendously outdated. Where's the alcohol? She finds it. Not in the mood, shockingly enough. She looks in the bedroom for clothes but there aren't any. She looks in the kitchen for weapons and finds a few knives which she hides around the penthouse in places she deems strategic. She knows where they are, others won't. All she'll have to do is reach behind this pillow, or under this placemat. Sure, there's a huge unsightly bump there, but hey. Andrea takes a seat in one of the hard chairs at the table, drumming her fingers on the wood. She thinks about what to do about Azura. She can't hurt her. Not only is it Azura, but she's her only ticket out of here. Maybe she could hold a knife to he- but it's Azura!::

(She wanted to protect me.)

::Ands looks around. It makes sense up until the power-stealing. If Azura didn't want her to leave this place, she could probably make that happen. But to take all of her powers away is to take her only defence away, too. What if The Source does decide to come after her? Then she'll have nothing.::

::She's drawing on the walls now.::

:: Azura blinks in with all the things she has bought for Andrea, food and clothing as well as few other things she should appreciate. Wanting to keep Andrea's place a secret, she tries to mask herself psychially. She's paranoid that Prue could be keeping track of her.::

"Andrea?"

:: She frowns when she notices her drawing on the walls.::

"Andrea, what are you doing? I bought you some things that you might need."

::Ands jumps and spins to face Azura before promptly throwing the pen at her.::

:: The pen smacks Azura on the arm, as she had raised it to protect her face. She lowers her arm and stares at Andrea in shock.::

"Andrea! It is rude to throw things at people."

:: She takes a breath, the no doors and windows is freaking her out, even though the place is rather large."

"Oh."

:: She rummages through the bags and pulls out Andrea's favourite ice cream flavours.::

"These need to be placed in the freezer before they melt."

::Andrea glares at Azura.::

"You're having a laugh, right?"

:: Azura looks a bit bewildered.::

"No. I bought this for you, and it is going to melt and go to waste unless you put it in the freezer."

::Andrea just stands there, then suddenly sweeps her hand out, wanting to telekinetically throw the ice cream across the room. Nothing happens. She storms into the bedroom and slams the door behind her, going to sit on the bed.::

(Bitch. Fucking bitch.)

::Seethes.::

:: Azura sighs and puts everything away herself. Honestly, Andrea can't take care of herself at all. Once she is finished, she picks up the bags of clothes she also bought for her friend, and knocks on the bedroom door.::

"Andrea, I bought you some clothes as well. Nice ones."

"Piss off!"

"Andrea, please, just let me give these things to you and I will leave. You must understand that this is for your own good."

:: Azura glances around the penthouse again and shifts her weight. She can blink out if being in the place becomes too much to deal with.::

::Andrea gives an abrasive sigh and gets up, hauling the door open.::

"I hate you a lot right now, you know."

:: Azura stares down at her friend and then holds out the clothes as a sort of peace offering. They're pretty! And she has even made the effort to buy things in Andrea's style.::

"I know, and I do not blame you for that."

::Andrea takes the clothes and looks at them without really seeing.::

"They're nice."

:: Azura smiles when she hears this, believing that she has done good.::

"I tried to buy things that you would wear."

"Yeah."

::Andrea drops them on the floor.::

"You obviously care a shitload about me."

"Andrea, I bought those for you."

:: Azura sounds genuninely hurt by Andrea's thoughtless actions and bends down to pick the clothes up from the floor.::

::Andrea is this close to punching Azura in the back of the stupid head, but instead she walks over to her normally and puts a hand on her back, stroking it gently.::

"Sorry."

:: Azura holds the clothes out to Andrea once more, a tiny smile on her face.::

"Here."

::Andrea smiles and takes them.::

"C'mere."

::She walks over to the closet and opens a drawer, sneaking one of the hidden knives underneath the clothes in her arms, her expression calm as day. She holds a top up to herself.::

"How is it?"

::Her other hand wobbles, she might be about to drop the clothes! She wants Azura to think that anyway so the girl will come closer.::

"It looks very nice."

:: Azura smiles approvingly at the sight, and walks closer to Andrea, to make sure that she doesn't drop the clothes again.::

"I am surprised that I managed to pick something out that would suite you."

"Hey, well, you know me."

::Andrea now looks past Azura, at the door behind the psychic. Her tactic is to get the blonde whoreassed bitch to turn around. She frowns, acting like she's looking at something strange.::

"What is it?"

:: Azura frowns and turns to have a look, although she can't see anything herself. You know, she's being a very caring whoreassed bitch.::

::Andrea steps up behind Azura, going onto her tiptoes as she slides the blade of the knife around so it rests against her neck. She hooks her other arm around under Azura's so she has a good grip.::

"Now."

:: Azura screams good and loud, actually getting a fright at suddenly having a blade pressed against her neck.::

"Andrea! What are you doing?!"

:: She doesn't want to risk giving the girl a headache, just incase the knife should slip in the process and slice her neck open.::

"Firstly I'm telling you to shut up!"

::Pause.::

"... shut up!"

::Andrea strains to keep her balance.::

"Why are you so tall? Bloody hell!"

"You are being unneccesarily rude, Andrea."

:: Remember all of that training Paige made poor Azura endure? Well. She is going to put it into practice. She takes hold of Andrea's wrist, the one with the knife and pulls at it. At the same time she uses her height to her advantage and bends over, trying to flip Andrea over her body.::

::Poor Andrea. She was only trying to escape. And now she's on her back on the floor in front of Azura looking stunned.::

:: Azura takes a step back from the heap in front of her and stares down at her.::

"I did tell you that I had been training."

"So I see."

(Since when could she...)

::Andrea grabs the knife again and hauls herself to her feet, turning to face Azura, weilding the knife like a... person weilding a knife.::

:: Azura stares at the knife and takes a couple of more steps back, basically she's backing herself into a corner like always.::

"Andrea, why are you threatening me with a knife? I have no intention of hurting you."

:: Again, she looks bewildered by her friend's actions.::

"Because. If you're scared you'll get killed, you'll do what I say."

::Andrea blinks, looking at the floor. Then she looks all grr again.::

"Which you will be, if you don't do what I say!"

:: Azura glances at the knife again, then back at Andrea. She then blinks out and reappears behind the girl, and innocently steps into her shadow.::

"Andrea, you are not going to do anything of the sort to me. If you did, you would regret it later."

::Andrea squeals and jumps away from Azura.::

"I fucking hate that power! Get rid of it! It... makes you look fat!"

"I kind of need it at the moment. Plus I like it, after all of this time I can now get myself away from situations that are less than desireable. I can keep myself safe."

:: Azura smiles a little at Andrea.::